The evening stars glow
Because I watch them do so
She says 'our love will never die'
But I have no visible reason to believe why
Faith is a crutch with a hairline crack
Forever is the stuff of romance novels and poetic hacks*...

Our footsteps are audible in morning snow
We struggle Berry Hill in the predawn timid glow
Protecting a treasure that continues to grow
To catch a view of white narrows , crusted-
evergreens and chimney fires
Inspiring a love that will never die* ...

Have you ever dug a cattle ramp in the Georgia sun
Cleaned a hog pen in the early morn ,
Emptied the laying boxes , added fresh hay , shoveled
manure before breakfast , picked up the slop at the
start of day
Cultivated with a mattock , picked okra at high noon
Weeded all day in the month of June* ..

Ever done time at a dog pound with
lackluster nurses ,where they're free to
curse and carry on , the only witnesses
are "the crazy and the captives" , professionals angry with their lot in life ,
acting quite put upon
Feeding the animals through a security door
Handing out the chemicals at 10 , 2 and 4
Waking 'the dregs' every fifteen minutes all through the night
Treating people inhumanely then acting shocked when they try to bite* ...

If I could invert myself and travel into the blue
T'would be a magical thing to do
Grab a cloudy pillow to rest my weary head
Find the crescent moon to make my bed
Ride an asteroid on a voyage through the Milky Way
Approach the Little Dipper via galactic train
Hang my hat on a star , catch a comet with a jar
Stair step Orion's belt , stop for angel cake cooling
on Andromeda's shelf* ...

When 'How Great Thou Art ' isn't working anymore
as your making a run for the liquor store
When a business **** has lost its thrill
When the tiny blue pills begin to approve all the days shady deals* ...

A wood sprite cowled in rain drop diamonds
The lantern from above is shining ever brighter
Bluebirds and cardinals return to my vision ,
a golden religion with sacraments measured in legions ..
Sing O' thrasher , my lover , of gray blankets now parted ,
of streams fulfilled , longing for the ocean deep , of laughter
and harmony twixt earth and sea* ...

Invisible current whispering , tapping me on the shoulder then screaming , Oya's dominating the dawn in her fiery gown
Windows thumping , porch chairs bumping ,
thunder rumbling , tall pines touching , cattle running
Water Oaks were shedding , horizontal wind chimes were flailing
Sheets of white lightning flashing , needles flying onto cars ,  junk from trash cans flying over well houses , pole barns and pickup trucks  
The stormfront is passing , Mother Natures heaving breath is taxing , I'm off to bed part two , cracking the window to hear the sprinkles , adding a blanket , snuggling with a pillow , bits of rain tapping hypnotically , back to sweet
Wednesday morning unconsciousness* ....

Today can be our Christmas , our eve of Thanksgiving
I see a maiden with a crown of mistletoe
Bearing gifts , wearing a gown of spider silk
Barefooted impressions upon known passages
My lady sashays in a persistent daydream ,  
lighting the outdoor candelabra of desire
A bonfire outstanding , a pyre of nightmarish
sacrifice she implores , a sword that strikes without
impunity , a goblet of raspberry brandy , porcelain ,
sensuous , quivering desire waiting to be quenched
I am the commanded , the longing , the bereft , froward ,
the left
Culled mouth , undeserving , culpable yet unstoppable
Seduction gorged upon , collecting on the corners of trembling lips ,
pooling at the neck and shoulders , collecting upon my chest ,
smeared o'er alabaster breast , heaving , tribulation , simultaneous
cries into night* ..

Unknown musicians paying their dues
Grill smoke , multicolored blankets , children
riding seesaws , lollygagging on swings , curing my blues
Laughter and celebration ,the smell of Brunswick
stew and barbecue filling the Sunday air
A fews hours with zero cares , a sweet smile and
auburn hair , a beach towel for two , we gaze into
cobalt sky blue
Searching for angels , faces and Presidents
Feeding the nuthatches , the thrushes and the ravens
We're the hot dog and hamburger mavens , we're the connoisseurs of plum wine , brie , swiss and shortbread biscuit , sweet tea picnic table caramel corn cravings  
Holding each other tight in sleepy , piedmont sunshine
Savoring this memory forever* .

A broken machine
It's motion impeded and destroyed
The mechanics of hard days ,
the plight and sad ways of a cur stray
Begging for sustenance along the street ,
where white collar impresarios meet , where
the heat can knock you on your feet
At the killer an killed divide , in some defiled , hollow portion of town , where criminal plus victim racked in hunger do rile* ...

The tawny autumn pastures of Whitehouse
Home of Ozias , the graves of my kin
Miller's Millstone and the Selfridge banks
of Cotton Indian , Roseberry field , Wilson
Chicks Farm , Camp creek and Berry Hill ...
Candy beside Rabbit Rock , bicycles along Decatur
Road , locks of honeysuckle , broomsage , parcels
of soybean and sorghum , sweetcorn and home gardens ..
Fiddlers *** along South rivers sandy banks and islands
Yellow Perch , smallmouth , rock bass and calico

The people on this site touch my heart daily !! All my love                                                                  ­                  Randolph :-D

Moss grows unchecked on the
granite surface , cushioning bare feet
like velvet , pine forest obscured with
morning mist , a sun kissed peak , a wetted
valley , a covey of bobwhites , a coopers hawk
Oaks of every shape and size stair step the lone
trail to the top
Her overlook is grandiose
Boot sized ponds and cacti share the precipice
with cottontails and whitetail does
Tall hardwood canopies lie row upon
row , a place of solitude , where earth moves
slow , where creativity grows , where fragrant
summer breezes blow , where secrets are withheld that only the mountain knows* ...

The bottom land was made
for slide guitar and mason jars
Water from the 'River Jordan' with
blue notes , alms for vagabonds ,
I'm quite familiar with their songs
Nor am I the first untouchable touched by
by the Live Oak riverbanks , I belong
on this bank recalling hardscrabble decades ,
a marriage without love , a thirty- eight token
from a hollow point self medicated Grandfather , Father ,
and two uncle problem solution , I dilute these memories
with Painters **** and the cold April waters of the *****
Within the mud on these two feet rest the others , reduced to
dirt and river water , fed on by trees , dung beetles , tiger mosquitoes , bobcats , snappers and coyotes
Cool topwater holding the Milky Way in her lap ,
air filled in pine sap , 'brackwater' and red mud
My cigarette , my **** , my shotgun* ..

Have you walked a sweetcorn field in June
When Georgia's skies are bluer than blue
The music of waist high plants stirred
in the breath of the Gulf
Gatherings of wild turkey , raucous crows
and flocks of mourning doves
Follow songbirds of all shape and size along
the woodland edge
Traipse dirt roads to the Indian Creek ledge* ...

A brief winter station
Among tiny nations of pelican ,
gull and 'piper
Overlooking the turquoise plane
A shoreline for a jaded purveyor
of the pen
Mornings that seem to 'pull one in'
Exploring , contemplative , folding -
chair and umbrella afternoon zen* ...

Sunlight on hedgerow
No one attends your morning
show
Red , marigold and brown
Beige and shiny black
Thou art a treasure to the eye
yet fools turn their backs
An entwined miracle teeming
with life , shimmering in new day light
Red tip and 'suckle , chickadee and sparrow
Green windjammer sheets filling me to
the marrow , stoic within the windy confusion
of February , inquisitive and refreshed
Newly aware* ...

If there is a working God he surely rest beside me ..
For surely he hath little need to dwell amongst the righteous*...

The bonfire ushers a feeling of peace
just as the ocean sweeps us off our feet
A shooting star brings a smile , a fawn
leaves us speechless for a short while
The afternoon meadow could balance my
heart against a feather , Spring weather
can bring two people together , cool night air
makes for good sleeping , magenta dusk
draw us into evening
Therefore my soul seeks you
To share your burden
To color my day
To fill the summer night in fireflies
To quell morning dew with sunshine
To follow with all my heart and zeal
To tell you each day how you make me feel* ...

Where the stars are my own
With a guitar and a private audience
of killdeer to critique my songs
Where daffodils and yellow bells bloom
just for me
Where hardwoods bear new foliage at my discretion in
every tree
Where the rain taps the same song on a tin roof
Where picture perfect Alabama sky cradles the
Harvest Moon* ..

Nellie was a bright candle in my night but a candle slowly
burns away* ..

The baker made a comment on the coconut cakes layers
The artist was enthralled with the flakes on top , referring
to them as being a winter scene ..
The engineer took notice of the glass cake plate with its
intricate etching and overall design
The mathematician gleefully broke the dessert into imaginary
sections
The poet grabbed the cake with both hands and devoured the
two pieces without reservation* ..

Doorways are things of beauty
An obstruction to conquer
A necessary tool for the poet
to explore and prosper* ...

This pill will correct a speed shutter mind , with this pill I will without a doubt lose precious time
With this pill the shaking will cease
With this pill my creativity will flee
With this pill the hallucinations may come to call
Because of this pill I might one day decide to end it all* ..

A pattern is developing , blowflies are collecting
A rush to the gun , hurtful words are being thrown
The bar is being lowered by a stone faced government
The man is signing orders everyday but I know
his game , his followers are 21st century newfangled slaves ,
his lies are cover while the destroyer heads for calm waters ,
his communication a ploy , his tact is a drone , indiscriminately
killing the enemy , his wall is already built , fracturing a country
founded on rice paper morality , we freed a people on paper
in order to **** them wholesale , psychologically and 'legally'
Regal gunships , magic dragons , daisy cutters and cruise missiles
Big pharma , Wall Street , big oil with a permanent winter refusal* ...

Airborne life circling , the pan flutes of thick
cover , gully and granite precipice awash in song
Magenta dusk towers the white pine treetops , crows
portend the birth of the moon , herons wallow in
six o'clock shadows , river dancers cross the mirrored
narrows  
Dove ballads echo for miles , gulf breezes crackle parched
canopies , a piedmont landscape offering me hope , reason
and sanity* ..

Where dowitchers pan the surf with wonder
and mirth as shells continually dot the sand ,
beside the voicing of angels where waves
crest , within the breath of Poseidon at lands end* ..

I see music and determination , age in collusion with wisdom
The struggle forward and the modus operandi , the songs of
my undiscovered band shall forever come to mind
I see the eyes of a teenager
Wrinkles associated with pain
Today I see not the rock but every grain of sand it contains
I've the ability to remove fools in my way
Conscious of every note I play
Writing lyrics in free form style
Erasing all other would be musicians in denial* ...

Toking at the dam around twelve
Listening for rod tip bells
Muds slapping topwater , the hollow ring
of paddle striking boat , a bowed rod , a midnight
fight on a starlit warm Rico night
Connecting the heavens with wondering eyes
Tobacco smoke rising high into the sky
A jigger of peach brandy warmth
A chicken sandwich from the One Stop* ..

I dwell inside the coppered forest confusion
Among straight evergreens pining for blue windows ,
in the illusion of being the only man on earth , in the
union of sycamore and birch ..
May contrails be arrows shot from appeased gods ,
may cirrus clouds take the shape of horses in battle from
the very stables of Olympus
The chatter of the raven and melancholy dove , mercurial
raptors announcing their presence from high above
Accept a brother shunned , a native son bridled in despair
Wearing battles upon both arms , seething in emotive turmoil
Bearing tokens of love for every fish , mammal and serpent
The warmth of July in Chinook winter winds , the crisp air
of Autumn for the dog days of August , a crown of azaleas
with Cherokee roses in the Appalachian snowfall amidst the Indian forest  
May flocks of pelicans continually grace her windswept , turquoise shores
May the voices of bobwhite quail address her plains forevermore* ...

I'm in a small living room with beige , sheet rocked
walls and wood floors , contemporary artwork and a Vox
amplifier
A MacBook Air for keeping my diary , a ceiling fan forming
a tune with a busy wall clock
Dust is collecting on white painted baseboards , occasionally
tumbling across the floor
A front door secured twice plus two windows with venetian
blinds , trinkets on shelves , the faint odor of pine , paper flowers ,
fragments of glass glued into containers
Peripheral shadows are moving to and fro , images are stair stepping
before me , heart racing , hands cannot find their home , memory
racing mach one , telephone is nothing but noise , windows are for
guarding against potential predators , flipping in synchronized repetition from Facebook to Outlook , from Hello Poetry to Musicians Friend
Flying with one eye closed and hoping to eventually land* ...

Fingertips leave smoky impressions
on a cold window
Frost and sunshine divide the land
Brown eyed Zoraetta has long since
become a widow
Only an occasional Cardinal will
cause her to think of him out loud today
The Lantern of God greets and warms her
A morning salvo of audible thanks and reserved laughter
Bible workbooks , coffee with a bookmark from a
granddaughter in her busy hands
Rocking in perfect time , courtesy for passersby
Planning for a 'beautiful Wednesday' once again* ...

I abhor the bastardization of hot , black coffee* ..

To rest beside wild spearmint -
on a mild winter's eve
With Hickory and Oak alive in sun and shadow , between puffs of cool crept patchwork red , gold leaves
A stick of grass to chew
Songbirds to view
Something positive , something alluring ,
Something new* ...

Waiting for the cherubs in a Carolina blue
medium , hoping for wonder in amber
fields of dreams and wishes
Pine myrrh , drying green grass perfume
Chuckling , blue collar Woodpeckers work
neath an afternoon moon
Xanadu -la-ti-dah , warm in a lovers arms
Etherial mystery and beauty with auburn charms* ...

Freezing in the shadow of a skyscraper
The newspaper collectors
Building tents to the ire of city government
"Lighting fires" to calm a cold crazed environment
The unaided dangerous , the unrecognized , 'the ignorant'
The belligerent , the political tool , the ticketed and the
arraigned*
The miffed , the rotten , the gifted , the forgotten
Spoiled  , the lofty , the will-do and their atrocity ...
Blame it on the Jews , point at the homosexuals ,
contain the Christians , foil Muslim aggression , the racist whites
the intolerant blacks , the free thinkers , the wall builders
The contained and the "pyromaniacs" ...

I see through the confusion of the hour as the February wind rushes to fill a void with ominous power
The creatures of the world begin their toil
Cars stacked in tight rows , red , green , amber lights assume control
Tabs are paid , tabs are made , hot breakfast on neutral tables , neutral
dining halls  , neutral patrons
Painted roadways inflict order , revolving doors , crosswalk children
of gold , bakers mold loaves of bread in need of packaging , airplanes
stack upon concrete runway intersections ,  America's caste system swings into action* ...

White sky , singing chimes
Peeking sunshine , blackberry wine
Familiar folks , parlor guitar on a porch
A curious mind that loves to travel
as the day unravels
A bit of cheese , a game of Scrabble
Rhythmic rockers , good natured babble
Hearty friendships , sure in the saddle* ..

I'm convinced that a "Rat ******* from Purgatory" created
the monetary system* ....

The jays sing lah -lee -dah
The crows sing oh-lee-oh
The sparrows cry spree-spittle-****** -
to the morning hawks flying low*

*Red birds yak-yak-fickle
Thrashers wig-wig-a-wiggle
The old hound steps with a jiggle
And the Woodpeckers tap-tap-a-trickle

A tiny bit of love cures a mountain of ills* ...

The first tee shot , the first drop
The first beer , an early morning deer
The course all to yourself with no one else in sight , the first hot dog after the ninth , the first cool day of fall , the first wooded hunt for the ball
The first bogey , a clubhouse steak and cheese hoagie
The first warm day of spring , the pleasure that a gentleman's sport truly brings* ...

A trillion lights bid hasty reflection
The bowed following preordained paths to
cardboard suburbia , under jet fuel rain , gnashed
in misery , some oxycontin follower , worshippers of Herod , rock ***** payback in five dollar denominations
A trick , a spittle of ***** in a ladle drawing gold from a coat pocket
Like a child's first snow , the learners license , naked in city lake
Kings with chewed teeth , bottom feeders in search of a vein , convenient Christ for **** and Jane , peanut butter for crustless sandwiches and taxed brains
Anarchy dreams , Presidential schemes , Syrian children burnt beyond
recognition , American pregnant teens , what would Jesus do ?
He's left us to our own devices* ...

Cry o'er this sadness
Refreshing red clay in the guise of granite
With pools of wrigglers , black tadpoles ,
water striders , afternoon of titmouse , bluebird and robin
Of lacewings and locust culled neath
the bounty of spring , lantern fly , mantid ,
field gnats riding turbulent April waves
O'er tin shack , pole barn and smokehouse
Barbecue pit , wood shed and well house
Hour of depression abated , of fragrant treasure
ablated* ...

Dove on the palisades
Answering questions regarding
a storms direction , about rust colored grassland leaning east , sweet gum cones dropping from the mother tree
We are moving forward together with weakness hidden and exposed
Electrical particles temporarily en masse to be released at physical death
Screaming with ever higher velocity , an instrument in the hands of virtuosity
Timpani rumble across the Indian river
The thirst for life quenched in laden tears , slivers
of our eternal carriage drawing closer* ...

Pink , lavender and light blue with black veins
reaching skyward , facing east
Earths current shakes and electrifies the
sun starved trees
Wild onion permeates the birth of Tuesday
Hardwood , evergreen , peachstone shadebearers
rattle like maracas , mockingbirds spread the news
of the morning , the machinations of a forest churn
without interruption*....

When you're at your lowest
you'll attract a few good people plus a few million
with evil intent* ....

Log cabins are built with raw hardwood
Strong , seasoning , deflective
Chinked with mud to fight -
hard days
Shining Oak later becoming yellowed , weathered
Filler eventually hardened , cracked
A shell now exposed and abandoned
Secrets made evident
Curtains racked in the breeze
Shelter reengineered , barely standing , bound in sheer memories* ..

A red traveller with a daybreak conclusion
Sing for darkness replaced with blue
Carry the news of gardens laced in morning dew
Signal the approach of salvation from the east
Announce the warmth of silver and gold's return
from the tallest proximity* ...